Sanandaj: Asef Vaziri residence
    Photo by Jassem Ghazban-Pour

    April 22, 1998
    The Iranian

    Good Bye to the Good Humor Man

    I found the dime
    Bakhtiari Persian rugs on the great golden rock
    from Papa's pocket
    Idaho, light on the mountain
    in the side of the blue
    crying for a father
    velvet couch from Sears
    drunken mother
    1939 full of fears
    wet sheets
    I bought a good Humor bar
    feel my belly
    I took a bite
    a big juicy pear
    it was soft
    to be in love or loved by somebody
    creamy white
    the sailors and sea gulls
    covered with chocolate
    I liked him
    With a stick in the center
    till he asked me to say yes
    what a horrible moment
    and the Spanish girls laughing
    I was going to be here forever
    with Nellie in her yellow robe
    on Holt Avenue
    washing dishes
    with a Japanese gardener
    eating sushi
    in Los Angeles
    pink and blue and yellow houses
    getting fat
    wu-wei doing nothing
    on Good Humor bars
    drums beat at the gates of Kandahar
    I must not wait
    the moving finger writes
    for shells in Nice
    white stars appeared
    Olives in my Salad
    Two moons in Katmandu
    Nicosia
    a sacred cow with a marigold lei
    for me the cypress and rue
    the breath of a buffalo
    Dufy's crystal blue and violet hue
    etched clear upon the pallid sand
    accordion playing in the street
    perfumed sandal wood in Jaipur
    sail away from California
    I missed the boat to China
    where the Good Humor man
    alone with Apollo
    and his Pavlovian bell
    may make you stop
    my only dream
    the pistachio trees
    in Isfahan orchards
    to write gardenias
    he kissed me under
    floating in the stone
    the Moorish wall
    pool
    that never runs dry
    with the moon
    la fuite de la lune
    and Picasso
    hold on to the center
    dancing way way
    it never fails
    into the night
    the nightingale cries to the rose
    between the
    bird is on the wing
    Good Humor bar
    Tao Te Ching
    and the morning
    went its way
    star
    Caravanserai
    without a dime
    ah, with the Grape
    so bury me by some
    sweet Garden-side

    March 1998
    White Cloud

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